Sidewalks
Dark city streets cool
after the heat of the day.
Fast food litter
in the gutters,
an accustomed stench.
All eyes are suspicious;
the old ones close their doors
as the young take their chances
on the sidewalks.
The boy hears wailing sirens
and sees the pulsing blue-red light.
Presses himself into the wall,
dark clothes in the shadows.
They are looking
for somebody, anybody.
Which is hard to take,
when you're a nobody.
Tim Fellows 2020
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